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40 Miles
03:00
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40 Miles
Travelin’ the country
All the state lines I cross
And all the time I feel so lost
Makin’ the days seem long
But it’s 40 more miles to my love
40 more miles to my love
Still workin’ my way
All the strangers I see
But the one he waits for me
More confused than I was before
Will never quite erase the picture of that door
As it closed
Slammed upon my smile
Now it’s 40 more miles and I’ll be home
40 more miles and I’ll be home
Never felt this far before
Let me find some comfort there
One year later and I’m movin’ again
40 more miles to the site of my grave
Well the whiskey, didn’t keep me warm at night
And the one timers left me wanting
Oh, the death of our love
Something I could not survive
40 more miles and I’ll be gone
40 more miles and I’ll be gone
40 more miles and I’ll truly be home
Oh, truly be home
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2. |
Ride
03:39
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Ride
It's been good being here with you
and I'm grateful for that
But it's time to go, maybe I'll see you later
put my foot along side that radiator and ride
Time to go 'cause now they know
that I'm not quite who I am
Always try to live up to the life
but here I am failing again
Then I'll ride
'til they don't know who I am
Then I'll lie
and make them think that I'm a better man
Things I've done and things I haven't
have all turned out the same
Think I'll find a way to lead a better life
and then I'll go and buy a better name
Time's run short, map has too
I have no one left to blame
Someday soon I'll find a place to root
But as for now the travels will remain
Then I'll ride
'til they don't know who I am
Then I'll lie
and make them think that I'm a better man
A better man I know I could be,
if only those gates open and set me free.
I'll bet it's like I've been told,
you can forget the debts you've owed.
And, let that world blur by as you ride on down that road.
Then I'll ride
'til they don't know who I am
Then I'll lie
and make them think that I'm a better man
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3. |
Lame Excuse
01:59
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LAME EXCUSE
I spent my time waiting on glory—the coming of a promised day.
Now I set my sights just a little bit lower and take what comes my way.
Yeah like a snake in the grass—the early bird gets the worm.
So I’ll eat my hat for Sunday brunch and teach the lessons I’ve learned.
What’re you waiting for—what’s your lame excuse?
Yeah I’ve got mine but I’m not sharing—’cause it’s currently in use.
It’s a waste of time to sit and worry or pace your life away.
‘Cause back and forth just makes you dizzy and tired at the end of
the day.
An old hawk by the side of the road—never works hard for its meals.
It watches traffic from an old sign post and cleans up after the wheels.
What’re you waiting for—what’s your lame excuse?
Yeah I’ve got mine but I’m not sharing—’cause it’s currently in use.
It’s not much but it’s been working and it’s my lame excuse.
I spent my time waiting on glory—the coming of a promised day.
Now I set my sights just a little bit lower and take what comes my way.
What’re you waiting for—what’s your lame excuse?
Yeah I’ve got mine but I’m not sharing—’cause it’s currently in use.
It’s not much but it’s been working and it’s my lame excuse.
It’s not much but it’s been working and it’s my lame excuse.
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4. |
To Sea
03:03
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To Sea
Oh my love is going off to sea
Darling mother, bring him home to me
Keep him safe, keep him warm
For very soon our baby will be born
This day came word my love he cannot be
For stolen overboard by the rages by the sea
So I weep, for my love won’t return
From now until forever, my poor heart will yearn
Despite my tears, a smile on my face
For one day again, my love I will embrace
His words do come, carried on the breeze
His touch it warms as the sun looks down on me
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5. |
Roulette
03:44
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Roulette
Find myself, two-steppin’ in Texas, all alone
Up comes a sweet cowboy from Memphis, wants to take me home
How can I pass up on this man, standing here
Holding his guns and a smile from ear to ear
Oh, how can I, oh, pass up on this chance
All I’ve got is one night to dance
The right choice is starin’ me in the face
Don’t you turn and walk away
Went to make my peace with Canada; Ohio got in my way
Find myself, oh so mesmerized, by the crooner on the stage
Just enjoyed, didn’t think twice
Never thought that’s how I’d end up my night
And start the next day
Next thing I knew, sippin’ whiskey at the bar
He’s at my house, he’s strumming my guitar
The right choice is starin’ me in the face
Well, I guess I’ll let him play
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6. |
Liver & Kidneys
04:02
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Liver & Kidneys
Liver and kidneys, liver and kidneys, doin’ the work of five men
Liver and kidneys, liver and kidneys, gonna do it all over again
Don’t quit now, can’t live without
Get ready boys, cause I’m goin’ out
Liver and kidneys, workin’ the whole night through
(Well my) girlfriend calls me on the phone
And she asks if I’m sittin’ home alone
I say, yes, oh yes, my body is tired
(She says) come on out, see this band
And if you’re lucky, you’ll meet a man
Doesn’t take much, to twist my arm these days
(Well I) went downtown to find my peace
Favorite spot, familiar faces I see
The counterman waits with a question for me
(What’ll it be) Jamison or Jack tonight
What will it take to make you feel all right
You can guess the kind of night when the barkeep knows your sin
Liver and kidneys, liver and kidneys, doin’ the work of five men
Liver and kidneys, liver and kidneys, gonna do it all over again
Don’t quit now, can’t live without
Get ready boys, cause I’m goin’ out
Liver and kidneys, workin’ the whole night through
Don’t quit now, can’t live without
Get ready boys, cause I’m goin’ out
Liver and kidneys, workin’ the whole night through
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7. |
Lonely Dispatch
02:26
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LONELY DISPATCH
Peoria, Illinois and Lake Charles, Louisiana.
He’s heard the names since he was a boy -
like Palo Alto and ol’ Texarkana.
He sends out directions on the citizen band wave -
and he’s your lonely dispatcher, he never goes anyplace.
He steers you clear of construction delays -
and don’t use that global satellite tracking.
He spends his days just reading his maps—
knows the best ways around the Rush City traffic.
He hasn’t missed one day in seventeen years -
and he’s your lonely dispatcher won’t you lend a lonely guy an ear?
That disembodied voice coming through your dashboard -
well it belongs to a four time divorce -
who knows he’s missed the last train bound for Memphis.
He can't afford the gas to up and run away.
He’s your lonely dispatcher and you’ll probably never see his face.
He’s your lonely dispatcher and he never goes anyplace.
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8. |
Highwater
03:40
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HIGH WATER
The next door neighbor's been building an arc -
the light from heaven invades my dark.
But they don’t know that I’ve overheard -
that they’re planning to lay low the whole world.
I’ve been privy to things been said -
and by morning we’re all supposed to be dead.
But I’ve got this lil’ ol’ fishing boat -
it ain’t much but I'll bet she floats -
and I won’t be around.
I won’t be there to see your face -
as you attempt to plead your case.
Just leave me a line when it all goes down—
come hell or high water I won’t be around.
I’ll never save this whole damn town -
there’s not enough of me to go around.
When the water wants to make its way -
and the angels hold judgment day -
then I won’t be around.
I won’t be there to see your face -
as you attempt to plead your case.
Just leave me a sign when it all comes down—
come hell or high water I won’t be around.
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9. |
Big Winds Blow
03:12
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Big Winds Blow
Big winds blow, my worries away
Carry me through yet another day
Stay at my back, and move me along
Keep me from doing all those things I do wrong
Sittin’ on the porch in my underwear again
Watchin’ the clouds as they walk by
Hidden from view, conversing with the trees
Givin’ up all my cares to the breeze
Big winds blow, my worries away
Carry me through yet another day
Stay at my back, and move me along
Keep me from doing all those things I do wrong
Lyin’ on the grass, my lover by my side
As a light rain is falling down
Tension floats away with the breeze
While we do whatever we please
Big winds blow, my worries away
Carry me through yet another day
Stay at my back, and move me along
Keep me from doing all those things I do wrong
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Flatbed Buffalo, New York
Flatbed is:
Derek Bassett: guitars, mandolin, vocals
Tom Greier: guitars, banjo, vocals
Joelle Labert: vocals
Scott Passariella: drums
Michael Tinsmon: bass, vocals
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